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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if it's
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met russel I had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
These streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like rod
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
Bell
is for the bootleggers
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the that be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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